In the late fifteenth century, the Great Cold Age began descending from the far north of Siberia. Countless Wild tribes migrated south, bringing an age of darkness, chaos, and slaughter to the vast lands of Outer Northeast.
Of course, this chain shock of barbarian invasion was, for the moment, still confined to the broad Heilongjiang basin, confined among the various Tungus tribes. The border wall of the Great Ming Empire's Liaodong garrison was still harder to break than a Great Wall of utter despair to the raw and Tame Jurchen tribes! And the tens of thousands of Liaodong government troops atop that border wall were even more overwhelmingly powerful. They drove the submitted Tame Jurchen tribes at will, like masters driving the most docile and loyal Hounds!
According to the original history, the "loyal" Tame Jurchen tribes would still have to grow in forbearance under the empire's wings for another hundred and twenty years. From the Mongol lands to Joseon, they fought bravely and loyally for the emperor of the empire. Not until a century later, when the Hound had grown into a Wolf Pack and cautiously turned back to test its master, did it suddenly discover that the powerful "master" that had always driven them had, amid the most terrifying passage of time, abruptly stepped into old age...
"Chief Maha Aguda who can fight, we acknowledge your valor! You are a big alpha wolf qualified to hunt, a 'Great Niuhulu'!... The horses and armor of these six cavalrymen are yours!..."
"Haha! Chiefs of Wuzhe! A single Great Niuhulu, among three Nurha, can only get six horses? This little bit of prey isn't enough to divide among all the warriors under me!..."
"!..."
Hearing Maha Aguda's shout, the three chiefs of the forest tribes all turned stern, savage fierceness showing